Post by Genevieve d'Esire on May 5, 2009 8:17:47 GMT -5
The way she came into the place
I knew right then and there
There was something different
About this girl
The way she moved
Her hair, her face, her lines
Divinity in motion
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The sound of thin pointed black heels clicking firmly along the cobblestone pathway leading into the courtyard echoed throughout the small gathering place, the faint rasping sound of shoes sliding across stone skipped across the water’s surface. A few heads rose curiously as to the sound whilst others continued with writing, painting or chatting with their fellow students. It was not until Genevieve actually broke into the courtyard that attention was fully focused. Genevieve had something about her, some aura of both mystery and arrogance all compiled into one neat and full figured package that simply demanded one turn and look. Sultry brown eyes glimmered out from behind heavily mascared lashes as Genevieve glanced back and forth across faces and figures searching for someone knowledgeable.
The handles of two satin lined suitcases tainted the color of crimson were held against her palm by slender fingers, golden embroidery gleamed faintly in the pale early morning sun that was fighting to push its way through the thick clouds. Genevieve was not yet dressed in her uniform having only arrived at the school that morning. Her status as a new student was evident due to her attire and suitcases, and accompanied by the glimmer of excitement that was demonstrated by rich chocolate eyes it was made exceptionally evident she had not yet been broken by the typical strain of boarding school living. This excitement however was not expressed through any other feature; her lips remained poised in a light smirk showing some hint of the mischievous nature that was wrapped up inside her curvy little figure.
A black figure hugging dress that seemed to have been the result of someone weaving a strip of material around her figure in slanted horizontal lines clutched to her chest, waist and hips lightly, leaving her shoulders bare. Long elegant legs were enhanced by the presence of midnight black heels lined with a satin fabric. They were a beautiful pair of simple but classy shoes that pushed her entire figure upwards until she stood at almost 5'8. Long dark chocolate brown curls cascaded down over her bare shoulders and back which were only decorated with the finest of chains, a silver heart pendant was captured in the dip of the throat. It was clear she was not just a regular old student, her very walk, her gaze and her posture all screamed that she was already going to be a very powerful social figure.
Taking a step into the courtyard once again Genevieve narrowed her dark eyes and seemed for a moment to be lost in thought. She felt rather misplaced, and while she would never outwardly admit that she had been walking for hours about the godforsaken school in search of the dorms, her feet and arms were starting to protest. Genevieve was exceptionally stubborn, she was similar to her father in that nature, and it took a great deal for her to admit to anything foolish like getting lost. However she was running low on time and wanted to start unpacking her things.
Never showing even the slightest sign of fatigue Genevieve strode up to a male figure and placing her hand upon their shoulder raised her voice, "Excuse me" she purred in a low velvety voice, very different from the chirpy squeak that inhabited the throats of many teenage girls. "I 'vas vondering eef you could 'elp me" she managed; her rich French accent (once again inherited from her father) wrapped itself warmly about her voice making it wonderfully soft and luxurious to the ear. She seemed perfectly pleasant, her eyes glowing with so many different emotions that it made her almost impossible to read. Placing her bags down on the ground she turned her eyes upwards expectantly. "I em lost... I need to find ze female dorm rooms" she said raising a brow and demanding instructions or maybe even a guide.
Her head was raised in a proud posture, one hand placed upon a curved hip whilst she waited. It was clear from the moment she had stepped into the courtyard that this young woman was absolutely dripping with confidence and some sort of mysterious sex appeal. Long lashes, pouted lips, killer figure. She was certainly a force to be reckoned with.
The handles of two satin lined suitcases tainted the color of crimson were held against her palm by slender fingers, golden embroidery gleamed faintly in the pale early morning sun that was fighting to push its way through the thick clouds. Genevieve was not yet dressed in her uniform having only arrived at the school that morning. Her status as a new student was evident due to her attire and suitcases, and accompanied by the glimmer of excitement that was demonstrated by rich chocolate eyes it was made exceptionally evident she had not yet been broken by the typical strain of boarding school living. This excitement however was not expressed through any other feature; her lips remained poised in a light smirk showing some hint of the mischievous nature that was wrapped up inside her curvy little figure.
A black figure hugging dress that seemed to have been the result of someone weaving a strip of material around her figure in slanted horizontal lines clutched to her chest, waist and hips lightly, leaving her shoulders bare. Long elegant legs were enhanced by the presence of midnight black heels lined with a satin fabric. They were a beautiful pair of simple but classy shoes that pushed her entire figure upwards until she stood at almost 5'8. Long dark chocolate brown curls cascaded down over her bare shoulders and back which were only decorated with the finest of chains, a silver heart pendant was captured in the dip of the throat. It was clear she was not just a regular old student, her very walk, her gaze and her posture all screamed that she was already going to be a very powerful social figure.
Taking a step into the courtyard once again Genevieve narrowed her dark eyes and seemed for a moment to be lost in thought. She felt rather misplaced, and while she would never outwardly admit that she had been walking for hours about the godforsaken school in search of the dorms, her feet and arms were starting to protest. Genevieve was exceptionally stubborn, she was similar to her father in that nature, and it took a great deal for her to admit to anything foolish like getting lost. However she was running low on time and wanted to start unpacking her things.
Never showing even the slightest sign of fatigue Genevieve strode up to a male figure and placing her hand upon their shoulder raised her voice, "Excuse me" she purred in a low velvety voice, very different from the chirpy squeak that inhabited the throats of many teenage girls. "I 'vas vondering eef you could 'elp me" she managed; her rich French accent (once again inherited from her father) wrapped itself warmly about her voice making it wonderfully soft and luxurious to the ear. She seemed perfectly pleasant, her eyes glowing with so many different emotions that it made her almost impossible to read. Placing her bags down on the ground she turned her eyes upwards expectantly. "I em lost... I need to find ze female dorm rooms" she said raising a brow and demanding instructions or maybe even a guide.
Her head was raised in a proud posture, one hand placed upon a curved hip whilst she waited. It was clear from the moment she had stepped into the courtyard that this young woman was absolutely dripping with confidence and some sort of mysterious sex appeal. Long lashes, pouted lips, killer figure. She was certainly a force to be reckoned with.
